Not that Frederick is at all aware of what's happening, too busy drowning in the frigid cold water to pay much mind to the flurry of action around him. His arms flail in a desperate attempt to crawl back to the surface and for a moment, he's successful. His head splashes back out of the water, long enough for him to gasp two lungfuls of precious air.
But the fifty layers he's put on himself to ward off the chill are his downfall, becoming infinitely heavy the more they're waterlogged and dragging him down, down, down.
On the bright side, he's not really moving outwards and away, merely down, though his still flailing arms might make it difficult for Rohan to approach. ]
He's not the most athletic swimmer, but at least he's dressed fairly light for the circumstances and won't be as weighed down. Saving a person from drowning would be so much easier if he had a strong, combat-based Stand, but Heaven's Door is about as physically strong as a small child. All this is on Rohan.
Thankfully, he's got a fair bit of luck on his side. He managed to dive in just before Fred had sank too low to reach, and even despite the flailing, one of his hands make contact with Fred's wrist.
Now comes the hard part -- pulling the guy up when he's heavier than he is and wearing so much. Rohan manages to haul him high enough that half of him breaks through the surface at least. He then crawls out himself and starts yanking the rest of Frederick out.
This has been a real feat. Rohan's pretty winded from it. He starts shaking Fred lightly to see if the guy can response. ] Your name's Frederick, isn't it? Hey, answer me!
[ Frederick ought to be proud of Rohan. Maybe he's not as shitty of a person as everyone makes him out to be, especially Cam.
Unfortunately for Rohan's reputation, Fred is still too busy dying to care about just who it is saving him. He's fading in and out of consciousness as Rohan drags him out of the water and back onto dry land.
Faintly he can hear noise in the distance. Who exactly is shouting? It's fine, everything's fine, he's just cold. He tries to articulate his thoughts and tell whoever it is to go away, but only manages to dribble a little bit of water out the side of his mouth. Maybe in another minute or two... ]
you can give me tags of nothing but 'he dying' it's fine
[ If this were Japan, he could just call for an ambulance. This isn't Japan? So, he has to rely on the knowledge he read on the internet. Sorry Fred, this is the best you get. You could have drowned in front of a healer or doctor but you chose to drown in front of a mangaka. ]
I've only read about CPR from the internet, but ... [ He'll give it a shot. It's not like there's anyone else actually around. Rohan puts his hands in the square of Fred's chest and starts pumping, putting his weight into it. If Fred's conscious enough, it'll probably be painful.
He then pries open the other man's mouth and lines their lips, blowing into his mouth. why is this the first kiss i've ever written on this account? who knows ]
[ Look, it's not like he thought he would be drowning today?? Cut him some slack.
In return I'll cut Rohan the mangaka some slack and cut short this horrendous CPR experience. Whether it's due to the sad CPR attempt or because Fred wasn't all that far gone in the first place, Rohan's actions have their intended effect: Fred coughs, weakly at first and then with more vigor as his lungs reject the water that's leaked into them.
Though hopefully Rohan gets out of the way before Fred starts spewing water into his mouth in some kind of gross reverse kiss.
Soon enough though his eyes are feebly opening as he tries vainly to speak through continued coughs. ]
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i'm sorry, this is a pillow queen tag
Not that Frederick is at all aware of what's happening, too busy drowning in the frigid cold water to pay much mind to the flurry of action around him. His arms flail in a desperate attempt to crawl back to the surface and for a moment, he's successful. His head splashes back out of the water, long enough for him to gasp two lungfuls of precious air.
But the fifty layers he's put on himself to ward off the chill are his downfall, becoming infinitely heavy the more they're waterlogged and dragging him down, down, down.
On the bright side, he's not really moving outwards and away, merely down, though his still flailing arms might make it difficult for Rohan to approach. ]
it's okay he's like drowning
He's not the most athletic swimmer, but at least he's dressed fairly light for the circumstances and won't be as weighed down. Saving a person from drowning would be so much easier if he had a strong, combat-based Stand, but Heaven's Door is about as physically strong as a small child. All this is on Rohan.
Thankfully, he's got a fair bit of luck on his side. He managed to dive in just before Fred had sank too low to reach, and even despite the flailing, one of his hands make contact with Fred's wrist.
Now comes the hard part -- pulling the guy up when he's heavier than he is and wearing so much. Rohan manages to haul him high enough that half of him breaks through the surface at least. He then crawls out himself and starts yanking the rest of Frederick out.
This has been a real feat. Rohan's pretty winded from it. He starts shaking Fred lightly to see if the guy can response. ] Your name's Frederick, isn't it? Hey, answer me!
i regret this thread, i hate pillowqueening
Unfortunately for Rohan's reputation, Fred is still too busy dying to care about just who it is saving him. He's fading in and out of consciousness as Rohan drags him out of the water and back onto dry land.
Faintly he can hear noise in the distance. Who exactly is shouting? It's fine, everything's fine, he's just cold. He tries to articulate his thoughts and tell whoever it is to go away, but only manages to dribble a little bit of water out the side of his mouth. Maybe in another minute or two... ]
you can give me tags of nothing but 'he dying' it's fine
I've only read about CPR from the internet, but ... [ He'll give it a shot. It's not like there's anyone else actually around. Rohan puts his hands in the square of Fred's chest and starts pumping, putting his weight into it. If Fred's conscious enough, it'll probably be painful.
He then pries open the other man's mouth and lines their lips, blowing into his mouth. why is this the first kiss i've ever written on this account? who knows ]
no!!!
In return I'll cut Rohan the mangaka some slack and cut short this horrendous CPR experience. Whether it's due to the sad CPR attempt or because Fred wasn't all that far gone in the first place, Rohan's actions have their intended effect: Fred coughs, weakly at first and then with more vigor as his lungs reject the water that's leaked into them.
Though hopefully Rohan gets out of the way before Fred starts spewing water into his mouth in some kind of gross reverse kiss.
Soon enough though his eyes are feebly opening as he tries vainly to speak through continued coughs. ]
What...where....
[ What happened?? ]